William Gibson penned Neuromancer over thirty years ago, and the 1990’s ended viciously on 9/11. With the exception of cyberfeminism, I wrote off “cyberpunk” as an ethic once we as a society stopped saying “cyber” and replaced the word with “online”.
Yesterday I traced partial assets of an individual I distrusted—and needed the straight dope from—from my laptop. Dating while transgender proves dangerous and a girl must protect herself!
In between I persistently beleaguered Microsoft as a career-long Linux hacker.
Once declared squatter’s rights on a piece of land I identified though data mining.
I walk with the Big Data devils to broadcast my signal, a means to an end. Twitter, Google, Amazon, and Facebook receive my data, and in exchange they amplify my cultural imperative.
And they know where the real value in data lies: Not in the records themselves but in the interconnections between them.
Emergent properties steered by unholy gods.
“Cyber”: Greek for “to steer”.
Steering a boat requires connecting the data: Position, velocity, acceleration, time. State variables alone won’t suffice.
When we get burned by Cambridge Analytica or the Russian Federation, we realize our individual technological vulnerability.
Propaganda is hacking: Implant bias, implant ideas, grow emergent outcomes. Seduction is a system intrusion.
Technological warfare and psychological warfare forever link.
Class war must proceed asymmetrically.
I only trust the Prophets, not the Church, not the State, not the Oligarchs.
And we can be prophets in cyberspace. We can create technology that liberates the world.
We can steer toward our own emergent outcomes.
We can end material scarcity.
Love forward. Program. Network. Build enterprise. Produce art. Write. Love forward.
Jam the system, and prepare to be jammed by the punks that follow you.
The 1990’s are dust, but the “system” still remains cybernetic control. Therefore resistance remains cyberpunk.